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 Jan 23 thyreez-thy
Ejiro
Born beneath the fleeting sun
our feet capture the grasp of shadows
with only the little humanity we have left
we try to find hope
but we can’t even acquire a fragile hope at best
so for now we can only do a quiet prayer
for a sign of gratitude to ease our minds
the wind doesn’t whisper to our backs with gentle breaths
the stars won’t shine our direction to keep us at the right track
the earth’s soil is cold with rough edges underneath
and we only have tough road that we can climb
but it will try to weigh us down
no easy lines for us to go but rather trails filled with spirals
that lead to nowhere
the night does not grant us rain
but rather long nights to only see nothing in the sky
yet we are determined to stand
hoping to win the righteousness in a time of need
within the darkness a great inferno rises
a beautiful spark that burns when approached
we huddle around and chant songs of liberty
defying the constellations that look down with pity
our scars form maps with no traces of the truth
our hearts beat in the rhythm of drums
so loud that it makes our ears ring
the luck we have is not ours to hold in our palms
it is through the pain we learn to heal
with every step, we fight with our anguish, then strive with guilt
we look upon the people who have mercy on their side
their glided lives with easy tracks
the mixture of envy and jealousy fuels our beating hearts
for we are not the lucky ones
with only our little strength to pull us through
and even though we are not shown with the hands of peace
we build a desire of strength for our own
I love you,
I love you not
I love you
I love y...
Wait a second...
If it's not bipartisan
Honestly
It does not matter how many peddles this flowers got

©2025
I sit here,
Like a beetle on it's back
In a crack of it's own design
Crafted it's own demise
Frantically flailing
Panicking mainly
Legs going every witch way,
Becoming to heavy
To reach out for help
No voice to call out for help
Though it tries
Not knowing it's already dead
Hope is the first thing that dies
Moments from the cruel hand dealt
By life itself
Exposing itself
As deaths right hand man
Still we fall for the bluff
And the universe doesn't listen to
"Enough is enough"
If you don't like it
Tough

©2025
 Jan 23 thyreez-thy
Josh
If I had the words,
Then I wouldn't have to write
You'd look at me and hear a song, instead

The notes are what you'd learn
The rhythm, what you'd feel
A signal flare, illuminating overhead

In kind, we'd bond
Words, lost from you as well
Looking warmly, eyes held in hold

In truth, our smiles would stretch miles,
While in the end,
Our stories remain untold
 Jan 23 thyreez-thy
L
I like the way you look at me
when were joking and you pretend to be mad
I like the way we can laugh together
at the stupidest things

I like the way you look at me
when we kiss
I like the way you look at me
all i can feel in that moment is bliss

I like when our noses touch
and we cant see each other's eyes
sometimes you look like a spider
with one too many eyes

I like the way you look at me
when you're a little mad
i like they way you come back to me
when it looks like im a little bit sad
Love You
 Jan 23 thyreez-thy
L
She wanted to hang out today
but guess what, he was sleeping
i hate him so much
i hate how he looks when hes dreaming

she wanted to kiss him
but was to scared
what if they see and he gets trouble
"im just wondering why haven't you kissed me yet"

i swear i wanted to kiss you
and the thing is we've kissed before
actually we've done a bit more
but that day i just couldn't

and im sorry i was sleeping
i think i was trying to forget
how much i miss you
Sometimes i hate him
I once knew a land of open skies,
Where hope was bright, and dreams would rise.
Now hunger fills the streets with dread,
And empty hands reach out for bread.
The cost of living steals our breath,
In this place now shadowed by death.

The jobs we cherished now have fled,
Leaving the youth with futures bled.
Once bustling towns are silent, cold,
Their stories now too tired to be told.
The struggle lingers like the air,
In a land that’s lost its will to care.

The high cost of life breaks every heart,
Tearing families, worlds apart.
We sell our days to scrape and fight,
But darkness overtakes the light.
This isn’t the country I used to know,
Now sinking deep, lost in its woe.

My former country, where have you gone?
Your promises fade like the morning dawn.
What happened to the dreams we shared,
The hopes for which we once prepared?
Now we just survive, broken and torn,
In the ashes of a nation worn.
Nigeria
At the end of the world
In a cold mountain rage
Where the wind howls on
Blowing the age

If you listen long enough
Perhaps for a day
You'll start to understand
What it has to say

You'll hear voices!..
Near and far
That drone on and on

From the past
From the present
And from here anon

They speak of dreams
So many dreams!
That didn't come true
From horses, from ducks,
And from humans too!

Time can't be found here
In the never fading light
Foggy and cold
All not day long
All not day night

You listen on and on
But you know!
They do say!!
The longer you listen...
the longer you stay...

And you'll stay and you'll listen
Till you forgot you need to ***
And long after that
Till you're no longer free

But what's it to you??
You weren't free hitherto ...
And besides!
This is art!
And... it's sooooooooo

dejavu
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